The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 200

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199

At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car

Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it.

Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man

He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished.

Any woman would be smitten by his good looks.

The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now”

And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive

Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram

The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache.

Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness.

She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thalassa, come here!”

The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man?

Thalassa, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant.

Was it Lysander who had called her?

Thalassa blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?”

rather goofy against Lysander’s serious demeanor, she quickly hid it

her haste, she accidentally flung the ice cream, which landed smack on the face of

woman screamed in

over, pulling out tissues and frantically wiping the woman’s face. “I’m so sorry,

midst of Thalassa’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all over her

and pushed Thalassa away, saying. “Don’t touch me, my face, my

crying, feeling utterly

off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and foundation clumped and flaked

felt incredibly guilty, hands clasped together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t

The woman huffed angrily and stomped

woman referring to

woman’s

smirk tugged at the Corner of

compared to the perfect, well–mannered ladies of high society, she seemed more lively and

out of the car, walked over to

but warm. As soon as he grabbed Thalassa’s hand, she felt a rush

by surprise, causing her to instinctively

her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards the car. “Let me drive

the point, though. How on earth would she let him drive

rugrats in her house, she’s going to be in

squirming to free her Hand from his, flustered, and said, “No need, Mr.

Lysander had already opened the car door and stuffed her in authoritatively, saying,

and left no

door, got back behind the wheel,

that at that moment, across the road, her coworker Daryl and the receptionist were

at the departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief. “Did you see that? That was

the license plate and nodded, “Indeed, that’s

into his car personally. Could it be he was

at work, she saw Sinclair’s gaze wander their way when she was standing aside to welcome him. She

didn’t think of Thalassa, who was standing right next to

it, could it be that Mr. Sinclair was looking at

twitched, but she said